Diary of a Nymphomaniac. That name just says it all, doesn't it? It's from IFC. It's a foreign film. I'm supposed to feel good about myself because I watched a foreign film, not all dirty and everything. This is art. Right?
Val (Belen Fabre) likes to screw. There's you're plot right there. No need to look deeper into the soul of this movie. This is European Skinemax. OK, you want more plot. How about very uncomfortable conversations with her grandmother about sex. "Grandma, was grandfather a good lover?". It was the worst case of the creeps I have experienced since watching The Exorcist for the first time. Need another plot point? Val decides to become a prostitute because of her need. That is the truth.
Of course all of this is presented in a nice, presentable manner that makes you feeling like you're watching this deep, heartfelt film. You are watching soft core porn. The plot is just thrown in to create some kind of story that fills in the gaps between sexual encounters. The dialogue is laughable at best, though that may be due to the translation. It's an after 11 woopee film.
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